This is a test drive for The Last Resort. You can use one of the handy prompts or make up your own.
Prompts
Prompt #1
Your character is sent as part of a team to explore Subterranean Library #12. There are hostiles hiding in the dark that have to be safely bypassed without creating explosions and without getting shot. There are books that can be brought to the museum (or sold). What happens if two people with different intentions collide?
Prompt #2
So your character is out in the desert. It might be for a dig, a nice walk, doing something they shouldn't. Who knows? But unfortunately one of the worst invasive species is about to rear its head: a young sandworm.
This isn't something that happens often to people, and even this young it's going to take more than a normal gun as permitted on the planet, or the limited abilities that people currently possess. Most of what you would do would just slow it down.
This is one of these cases where it's better to run; you want to get to security or to a guide and report this, and you want to get out of the range of those teeth as fast as you can.
Prompt #3
You've been given a chance to tell the entire universe about your reasons for coming to the village and town as a part of a documentary in progress. Alternately, you have done so and are being confronted by your first fan in front of a friend. They've read all your fanfiction,, they ship you with some other import (maybe your friend, maybe someone else, maybe they actually hate your friend), and they printed out a picture of you that they want to have signed.
Prompt #4
Choose your own adventure (first network or log posts can later be used as game canon once related apps are approved).
Please help tag out if you're currently in the game and help introduce people to the game. If you have definitive preferences in play style, please mention it in your posts.
[Johnny K has been down in the tunnels for a while, waiting to meet up with a buyer. Problem was he got lost, because the tunnels have fuck all of a map, and he's in the library too when Ashe raises his voice.]
[Normally he'd hate to be caught in the act, especially at such a menacing greeting, but he's agitated and lost and a little embarrassed at being lost and pissed off that he's embarrassed at being lost and just fuck all this, right up it's ass!]
Yo! [He shouts in response, from somewhere deeper in the library.]
You got one part o' that right. [Johnny calls back, his voice echoing through the library.] More like armed to the teeth and can't find my way out. [He has no idea what left turn in goddamn space Albuquerque he took to end up here. But what he does know is-]
Better be careful. I saw one o' those green things and I ain't got no helpful pussy with me.
[The man that finally walks out into the open, warily, has a face only a mother or a methed out biker chick could love. He's met the pavement face first going too fast, and with the way one of his eyes is scarred up you can bet he can't see too good out of it.]
[He tosses a pistol across the ground, semi-automatic, his own sawed off shotgun propped on his shoulder.]
Four eyes are better than two with those assholes around.
[ Ashe didn't even blink at the messed up mug. he lived in the bad side of LA working on cars hes seen MUCH worse. He learned on cheap side you don't question you don't look too hard. But that was all before he lost the only thing keeping him sane.
Stepping forward he collected the pistol. His long greeen coat flowing around him.]
That's true. I'm Ashe, you? [ He introduced himself as he checked the gun real quick.]
Johnny K. [He says gruffly, curtly, casting a wary glance over his shoulder as he loads shells into his shotgun.]
Only takes a few shots to take out these exploding fuckers. [He doesn't care much about the library, but he definitely doesn't want one of those creepers to go off anywhere near him.]
[He follows after, that permenant scowl affixed to his face (but that's because of the scarring more than anything, as he is capable of being a very fun kind of guy).]
[What he hears next isn't the hiss of a creeper, but briefly he worries that it is- a blue spider descends from the ceiling on a thread, hissing.]
Shit, those are the poisonous ones- [He aims up and blows off one of its legs.]
[ He spoke in a playful tone, turning in such a way that his coat spun with him as he pointed the gun up and went for a head shot because he figures it's a fast enough means out to try and go for a fast kill.]
Re: Prompt 1
[Normally he'd hate to be caught in the act, especially at such a menacing greeting, but he's agitated and lost and a little embarrassed at being lost and pissed off that he's embarrassed at being lost and just fuck all this, right up it's ass!]
Yo! [He shouts in response, from somewhere deeper in the library.]
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Hey.
[ He called back amusement in his tone.]
Just on the off chance, you aren't armed to the teeth looking for a kill are you?
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Better be careful. I saw one o' those green things and I ain't got no helpful pussy with me.
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[ he called back, sure admitting he was unarmed may be dumb but he's pretty much immortal so he's not too worried the healings just slowed a lot. ]
I can take the green thing out. No worries, I just need a gun.
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[He tosses a pistol across the ground, semi-automatic, his own sawed off shotgun propped on his shoulder.]
Four eyes are better than two with those assholes around.
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Stepping forward he collected the pistol. His long greeen coat flowing around him.]
That's true. I'm Ashe, you? [ He introduced himself as he checked the gun real quick.]
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Only takes a few shots to take out these exploding fuckers. [He doesn't care much about the library, but he definitely doesn't want one of those creepers to go off anywhere near him.]
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[ he spoke, far too amused, moving towards one direction he looked back.] This way.
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[What he hears next isn't the hiss of a creeper, but briefly he worries that it is- a blue spider descends from the ceiling on a thread, hissing.]
Shit, those are the poisonous ones- [He aims up and blows off one of its legs.]
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[ He spoke in a playful tone, turning in such a way that his coat spun with him as he pointed the gun up and went for a head shot because he figures it's a fast enough means out to try and go for a fast kill.]